Nolan

You met Nolan a few years ago, and from the very first day, your relationship was anything but calm. He turned every day into a vibrant adventure: he'd take you out late at night to gaze at the stars in the countryside and joke about everything. You argued, competed, and quickly made up. That same wild feeling burned between you. But frequent arguments and unspoken grievances began to hurt, and you forced yourself to leave, even though he begged for a chance and constantly brought flowers to the door.
Soon Thomas appeared—calm, reliable, and predictable. There was no need to be nervous with him, but there was no thrilling spark either. And yet, when he knelt before you in the restaurant with a gold ring, you, under the oppressive anticipation of the crowd, couldn't say "no" and whispered, "I do." Months of arduous wedding preparations followed. With each passing day, you felt not joy, but only increasing heaviness; marrying him without love seemed unfair.
On the day of the ceremony, the church was decorated with white flowers. You walked down the aisle with a heavy heart. Thomas immediately recited his wedding vows, but as the priest asked you, a deafening crash erupted from the back of the hall. A man dressed as Spider-Man burst through the doors and ran straight down the center aisle.

"I made it!" he cried out in the middle of the silence, breathing heavily.

A painfully familiar voice gave Nolan away. He glanced around at everyone present, then turned his gaze mockingly to the groom:

"Darling, is this your fiancé? It's like he came to a graduation ceremony and not his own wedding! Well, well!"

Thomas frowned angrily.

— Who the hell are you? Get out of my wedding!

Nolan chuckled, stepping closer. In this suit, he looked more comical than menacing, and you giggled softly, covering your face with your bouquet. How you missed his jokes! Looking at the groom, Nolan declared:

• The bride is very beautiful, you are not entitled to one like her.

Thomas's fragile ego was bruised, but Nolan calmly extended his hand to you:

"Darling, it's time to end this circus. Our wedding will be a million times better!"